Something to Hold On To
After chatting for a minute more, with me inquiring again about whether he lived nearby, he said, "Yes, I live in Basalt, just a little way from here."
I was a young single living the free-spirited life of the '70s in the beautiful ski town of Aspen, Colorado. After leaving a friend's apartment, I was walking down the street, about to head into my favorite local pub. I thought of something very amusing that had just happened earlier at my friend's place. I was smiling largely!
A man and his friend had just stepped out of the establishment that I was about to enter. One man said to me, "My, that is a very pretty smile on such a pretty girl this evening." In Aspen, there are about seven men to every woman, and compliments were a daily occurrence. I shrugged and smiled more.
But this man looked familiar, and I told him so. He put his head down to zip his coat, then looked up and said, "That is also a very nice jacket you have onâ€”nice color." I had just purchased the jacket and didn't even think it was very attractive. But he commented some more on the jacket.
I again looked at him closely and said, "You look so familiar." His friend made a few comments. I again looked at his friend and said, "You look _soooooo_ familiar. Do you live around here?"
He again put his head down and appeared a little nervous. After chatting for a minute more, with me inquiring again about whether he lived nearby, he said, "Yes, I live in Basalt, just a little way from here."
I was puzzled, and he seemed to be getting nervous about my asking him the questions, so I left. When I went inside the pub, I asked (it was just starting to dawn on me), "Was that Kurt Russel that just left here?" They said, "Yes!" I could have kicked myself for not hugging him or doing something really touristy.
I did miss my chance to get a hug from him. But I will never forget the compliments I had received from this very handsome man. Sometimes over the years I have embellished the story a bitâ€”not too much, but some. And of course I love to tell the story about how I had a conversation with Kurt Russell and didn't even know it! That was just about the time he was first dating Goldie Hawn. Hmm...maybe if I hadn't acted so dense he might have asked me out! So the story goes....
There were many more encounters with stars while I was living in Aspen, but none where they approached me first. And none that I have held on to as much as this one! Probably his friend was someone very famous, too. I was too curious about his friend with the compliments to notice him. Oh, well, a very nice memory, to say the least.
He looked _soooo_ familiar! LOL.